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de Kid Cudi

Yo
Turn up
Yah, yea, uhh, uhh
Dim the lights (yea-yea, hear me)
Dim the lights (all good)

And my niggas like ooh
Bad bitches like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Everybody like ooh
And my niggas like ooh
My bad bitches like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Yea this bitch like- (yah)

I got yo bitch, on my dick (woo, yah)
Tell me you don't see these baugettes, nigga no regrets (none)
Once walked the earth with these demons until it ended
The nightmare, but I won't forget it, you get it? (hmm)
Who's so smooth, the cleanest nigga in the room (ha, ha)
They love to love him some more, caught up in that groove (ha, ha)
It's the rager supreme, now here's a shovel can you dig it? (dig it)
The boy was insane, they couldn't stop him, lost control (oh)
Now the gods are back tonight (night)
Clean and fitted in your life, the life's alright (yah, right)
Bad bitches, see they love me, I don't trip bout' keepin cool
I got my homies, we ride
Got some girlies stay the night-night
In the mornin' sayin' bye-bye, boo-bye-bye she like no-no (no-no)
I am just too focused, got them trippin off a photo (photo)
She said she like to see, wanna get me on my dolo (dolo)
I guess that's life, I guess that's how it's gotta go-go

And my niggas like ooh
Bad bitches like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Everybody like ooh
And my niggas like ooh
My bad bitches like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Everybody like ooh

My red solo cup sippers, the blow sniffers with lip fillers
Ace of spade flute lifters, we hear the whispers, hopin' you forgive us
The known dealers, unknown killers, fly by in four-wheelers
Six-figures on the watches and the chains (uh, uh)
I'm so toxic and obnoxious in my lane (uh, uh)
Plain jane for my plain janes
First pj, now we playin' blame games (ooh)
Me and ya man ain't the same thing
See, I really live up to my name-name
King push with the kid rager, shit major
New phases, new pages, new raises
Dries sweats on the rod lavers
Hauling numbers outta nothing like a times-table
Paper comin' in from angles, we all players
The bitches come in all flavors

Got everybody like ooh

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